Sierra Greingoth headed straight from the kiosk, where she'd bargained with Murdoch and made a deal to feed his ducks. She didn't really care about the ducks, but if they wound up getting her some extra points, she'd deal with them. She headed to the edge of the point, minding her own business and not really worrying about the things going on around her.

That was when she was startled by a sudden movement near a tree, and she froze in her tracks as a large hippogriff ducked behind a tree. Wait...was this a hippogriff from the games? Hadn't they been a little more...well, lively at the games? This one seemed to be running from something. Dear Merlin! With extra wide eyes, Sierra peered forward. If some huge creature came bounding out the wooded area, it was every man and woman for himself or herself--she was running!